II Klance Oneshots II

It Gets Real pt.1

Deadly.

What is more deadly?
A gun, or a thought?
A gun gives you an opportunity, but a thought pulls the trigger.

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I'm nothing beyond the ordinary.
I get moderately decent grades.
I'm decent in school.
My looks are somewhat decent.
My personality is decent.
My whole life is decent.
You can call me Decent Dan, for now on.
Wait, that wouldn't make sense. My name isn't even Dan.
It's Keith.
Keith fucking Kogane.
My name is an alliteration.
Keith
Kei
Kogane
Like, thanks mom and dad, for naming me after some damn nursery rhyme or something.
Not only that, but I'm KOREAN!
KOREAN KEITH KEI KOGANE!
My life is a damn figurative language!
Keith Kogane kicked a kid, name Kris, causing Kris to cry.
I don't even know what the fuck that was. It was me tryna sound smart I guess.
Anyway, where am I?
Right, I'm telling you my backstory, like the anime protagonist I am.
Well, I'm 15. Born October 23rd.
I'm a fucking weeb, when it comes to Japanese cartoons.
I laugh at death, and I'm questioning my sexuality.
Nothin' that ImPoRtAnT.
Haha, why did I type important like that?? It reminds me of the spongebob meme, when he looks like a chicken, and is pecking the ground.
Haha, you know what I'm taking bout.
Anywho, we should be gettin' to the story. Times a wastin' tic tockin'.

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If I hit myself, and it hurts, am I weak, or strong?

"Keith? Mind to share what you wrote in your bellringer?" Mrs. Smiley, my ELA teacher spoke.
Damn, I can't stand her sometimes.
Not trying to be a D I C K or anything, but I hate it when teachers call in the people who's hands aren't raised. Like it ain't raised for a reason!
When someone's hand is up, they know the answer, when it's down, THEY DON'T!
"Sure," my eyes scanned the question on my chrome book.
What is the biggest question you ever thought of?
What kinda question is this?
Yet, what kind of answer is mine?
If you hit yourself, and it hurts, are you weak, or strong?
What did I do, hit blunt?
"Is there an Afterlife."
SHIT! Why the fUcK did I just say that?! I mean yeah, it's different form my other response, but theses ghetto ass kids that think they know shit are gonna go and have a fuckin' flame war with me saying that "of course there's an afterlife! What, you don't believe in God?! You uncultured swine!"
Haha, mkay I might have exaggerated on the last part. No one says uncultured swine, but my asian ass.
"Of course there's an afterlife."
There it goes.
"That's a good question, Keith," she began. "If you ask me, there is an afterlife, but that's just my religion. I can understand if you have a different religion, that doesn't believe in one, but if you ask me, my answer would be yes." Her articulated ass says from her pedestal, lookin like she was bout give a damn speech.
Wow, I'm mean.
"What's your religion?"
Aww damn. I recognize that voice from a mile away.
Jean Kerstein.
"Christianity." I replied toneless.
He bellowed. His dirty blonde hair swaying in front of his watermelon headass forehead. "Then why did you ask that question? It states in the Bible, that-"
"I know what it states, am I not allowed to wonder?"
"Who He gettin an attitude wit?" Aniyah. Whoo. Almost forgot she was in this class.
Nothing brightens my fuckin day as her voice, as she uses the most incorrect grammar there possibly is.
I ignore her irrelevant comment.
I mean, when you had to put up with people like this for nearly your whole life, you get used to it, even if it may be sneer as Hell.
"Alright, that's enough. Don't want to start a heated argument, as early as it is. It's time for CNN 10." She swings her attention back to the Smart Board, and typing in the link.

Hi! I'm Carl Azuz, and you're watching CNN 10...wadda wadda wadda, boring shit, etc.

Okay... so CNN may not be as boring, but it's time consuming, which is good, cause it means we get to waist 10 minutes of learning, by watching a middle aged man talk about what's going around our globe.